Warhammer Wizard

On the airship, Ren saw Sicarius dancing and talking.

He didn't listen to the voice of all things, but he could see that the expression of the patriarch Marius was constantly changing, stern, dignified, surprised, puzzled, etc. From time to time, he asked Sicarius some questions, and he couldn't help it. Looking up at the airship, his eyes are very complicated.

"The Primarch...Modu...Wizeland...The Earl of Glamorgan, the Boss...Rambo's Spear...The Fire Dragon..." Some words came out of Sicarius' mouth.

Beside Marius, the other Macragge exclaimed.

But Marius frowned.

Ren saw that the color of his soul was changing rapidly, like a big dye vat. There was excitement and shock, but more hesitation and worry. Obviously, he thought more than the average Macragge.

After Sicarius finished speaking, Marius fell silent.

The reaction of the patriarch made Sicarius realize that something was wrong, and the three Ultramarines who descended on the dragon looked at each other. They had been in the empire for many years and knew more than the clansmen who stayed on the plateau, and vaguely guessed something about Marius. idea.

"Patriarch?"

Sicarius asked cautiously, "Can the airship be brought down? The boss and brothers are all on it."

"Of course, brothers are welcome home." Marius glanced at the airship and said with a smile, "I also want to get to know your boss. What kind of hero is he who can make you admire him so much."

"Boss, he..."

Sicarius wanted to say a few words for Renn, but was touched by Tyrion from behind, and quickly changed his words: "I'll tell the airship to come down."

Saying that, he jumped on the fiery dragon and soared into the air.

After a while, the airship slowly landed on the platform on top of the huge rock in the city under the watchful eyes of the Macragge people in the entire city.

The door of the cargo hold opened, and extreme fighters in enchanted armor came out one by one.

They were divided into two rows. The two extreme fighters at the head held a battle flag more than four meters high. On the jet-black metal flagpole, a red square flag stained with blood was flying, and in the middle was a golden emblem with a crescent moon and a warhammer crossed. , The edge of the flag is surrounded by a golden wheat ear pattern. The overall pattern is simple and clear, which is unforgettable at a glance.

boom! boom! boom……

The sound of heavy footsteps was uniform, like a thunderous war drum, beating on the hearts of every Macragge who was watching.

Even if there are only less than thirty people and they know that they are their own clansmen, this powerful aura still shocks the Macragg people who have never left the plateau. .

With a bang, the two rows of Ultramarines stood facing each other, like a tall steel barrier.

Then, people saw a young human appear.

He was wearing close-fitting silver light armor, with a sturdy and slender figure, extremely handsome in appearance, with a faint smile on his face, a luxurious and restrained magic sword hanging around his waist, and a large blood-red cloak behind him.

By the standards of the Macragg people, this young human is thin and weak, even inferior to the minors in the clan. However, no one dares to underestimate his appearance in such a majestic battle.

Ren was walking between the two rows of extreme fighters, a breeze blew, and the cloak fluttered and squeaked.

Marius's eyelids twitched. As a legend, his perception was many times sharper than that of the clansmen. He just looked at him twice, and he sensed a powerful pressure on the human body, which seemed to be covered by the cloak. Really see the bottom line.

He greeted him and said loudly, "Welcome Lord Glamorgan to Astarte."

While speaking, the barbarian patriarch stretched out his big hand.

"Your Excellency Marius." Ren also stretched out his right hand, two hands that were nearly three times the size of each other clasped together, making a crisp sound.

However, neither of them intended to compete, so they separated after a little probing.

"Lord Lord is really young and promising!" Marius said, half flattering and half sigh, "I heard Sicarius just now, I thought Lord Lord was at least forty or fifty years old, I didn't expect that Being young makes me feel old."

"Please call me Ren." Ren replied with a smile: "I have heard about the prestige of the patriarch from Sicarius for a long time, and I finally saw it today. I am ashamed of the strength of the patriarch."

"Really?" Marius was noncommittal.

The two said a few polite words to each other, and the scene looked peaceful.

Ren sighed inwardly. This Macragge's patriarch did not particularly welcome his arrival, and was even a little wary.

Thinking in a different position is actually understandable.

The purpose of his visit to Astarte was to recruit more Ultramarines, but the entire Macragg tribe has only more than 3,000 people in total, half of them are male, and the remaining half of the female fighting strength is no less than that of the male, but they have no Primarch Symbiotic talent.

After subtracting the immature children, there are actually only about a thousand Macragg people who can become Ultramarines.

If they are recruited, even if only half of them are taken away, the overall strength of the Macragg clan will be severely damaged, and they will lose their foothold on the plateau.

As the patriarch, Marius, of course, did not want to see such a thing happen.

Ren thought to himself that he had no plans to recruit so many Ultramarines, and he couldn't bear the interference of so many symbiotes, and he also prepared compensation conditions for the tribe.

It's not the time to talk about the conditions, you can talk about it later.

Ren waved his hand, turned around and said, "Brothers, move all the supplies down."

"Yes, boss."

The Ultramarines responded in unison, returned to the cargo hold of the airship, and took down heavy wooden boxes one by one. Within a few minutes, they piled up on the platform as high as a hill, at least several hundred boxes.

Ren said: "Patriarch, I heard that Macragge has been under threat and is in urgent need of supplies, so I purchased this batch of weapons, armor, potions, and some daily clothes and seasonings, which are not worth much. It is my gift to the tribe, and I thank Sicarius for their service to me and relieve them of their worries."

Several Ultramarines opened a batch of boxes in public.

The box is full of fine armor tailored for the Macragg people, there are five hundred sets in total, as well as matching two-handed greatswords, and three thousand javelins made of black steel.

In addition, there are two large boxes of healing potions, poison-repelling potions, and so on.

With so many supplies, the eyes of the onlookers gleamed, and Marius was also a little excited, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "For all the Macragg people, I thank the Lord for the gift."

In fact, he really wanted to refuse, but this batch of supplies was too much, which the tribe desperately needed.

Ren said that it was not worth much, but Marius knew very well that it was worth at least 50,000 gold shields. He had no connections in the empire, and he couldn't buy it with money.

And not counting the shipping fee, it was sent to the Saine Plateau for thousands of miles, which shows Renn's intentions.

Marius sent people to move the supplies down and sent them to the warehouse in the city, and then arranged for people to hold a welcome banquet for Ren.

Ren breathed a sigh of relief and was short-handed. Marius' acceptance of this batch of supplies was a good start.

He said to the Ultramarines: "You are all home, disband on the spot."

Only then did the Ultramarines take off their helmets, revealing their faces to recognize the clansmen, and screaming in surprise, calling out their names.

"Gron!"

"Kivat... Gilliman is on top, you've changed so much, I didn't even recognize it..."

"It turned out to be your kid, Baredi, I was really surprised."

"Hahaha, didn't expect it?" The Ultramarines were very excited, hugging their relatives and friends one by one, showing off their strength, and sharing their empire's experience while heading to their homes.

Their words were inseparable from the boss, namely Ren.

Seeing this scene, Marius shook his head invisibly, his eyes filled with helplessness.

These clansmen who returned from the empire have completely fallen to their primarch, and they are also Ren's best propagandists in the clan.

Marius let out a sigh, knowing that he could not stop Ren's recruitment of his tribe.

There is so much that Ren can give!

The first is power. Sicarius, Tyrion and Otto are the best role models. All three of them have been promoted to legends. You must know that there have been no legends in the tribe for decades. Others follow Ren All of his clansmen also became high-ranking warriors, which was a miracle.

Next is the equipment, whether it is the tailor-made enchanted armor or the Rambo gun that Sicarius said, they are the weapons and equipment that the clansmen dream of. Especially Rambo's gun, although I haven't seen its power with my own eyes, I can feel its power from Sicarius' description.

The last is glory, Ren is a famous hero of the empire~www.readwn.com~ The Ultra Warriors follow him to fight, and in the future, he will become a world-famous super legion, leaving a glorious page in history.

Others include flying dragon mounts, generous salaries, and a good life in Modu. Almost no clan can resist such temptations.

Marius felt very powerless.

He looked at Ren, the young human lord, mysterious, powerful, and with an amazing background. He seemed to be shrouded in a fog that could not be seen through, and there were countless secrets hidden in the depths.

"Lord Lord is really a good trick." Marius said with a complicated mood.

"Your Excellency the Patriarch." Ren saluted his chest with sincerity on his face, "I swear in the name of the goddess that I have absolutely no malice towards the Macragge tribe. The affairs of the tribe are mine; the enemy of the tribe is My enemy. Wren Augustus will always be an ally of the Macragge!"

When Marius heard this, his expression softened slightly.

However, he did not agree on the spot. After thinking about it for a long time, he said, "I hope the lord can do what he says, but forming an alliance is not a trivial matter, and it is not something I can decide. Please rest in the tribe and wait for the news."

Ren was a little surprised.

As far as he knows, the political structure of the Macragge people is very simple. The strong are respected, and the patriarch Marius has the final say. Why can't he make decisions?

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